It was another late night, the two men sitting in the living room as snow fell outside, warm by the fire after putting their young child to bed, very certain they did everything to care for their little one.

Simon was silently reading, his broad chest rising and falling with every breath he took, Johnny sitting between his husband’s legs, scrolling through his phone. But they both perked up when they heard the familiar sound of little footsteps from down the hall. You were up.. again. ——— It felt like the 100th time they had to put you back in bed, though really just the 7th. Every time you came out, you went straight to the pantry and sobbed, though Johnny simply scooped you up and Ghost out a paci in your mouth with hopes that you’d calm down, but you never did.

After a threat from Simon about being thrown over his knee if you got up one more time, they both paused to ponder something, then turned to each other.

‘ ‘ You fed ‘em dinner, right?.. ‘ ‘ Soap quietly questioned, and it clicked for both of them when they realized they’d entirely forgotten to give you dinner. Poor baby.